Summary: This is a WIP. Its going to be a doozy. I have it half planed out (in my head) complete with an ending but these characters might take me on a helleuva journey so lets see what happens.

A/N: Another fic of joy, sorry for bombarding you guys so soon but needs must. Let me know if you like it and how its goin. Short intro, get you in the mood, didn't mean it to turn so smutty so soon but... *shrug* :D

Her hands had been tied behind her back for so long that they had gone numb. Tingling pain reached up her arms and made her shoulders ache. Her neck was too painful to lift up her head and her chin on her chest made her all too aware of the tacky remains of vomit she had produced earlier.

She had read in books before that fear and terror sounded like a thousand drums beating in your head, heart in your throat type sensation but now that she was here, experiencing it, her heart was barely beating at all, her head was so numb she could barely tell if it was still attached.

"Oh, you're awake…" the voice shot through her like fire but she couldn't muster up the energy to look up. "How are your hands? Pretty numb I'm betting." His voice traveled around the room as he circled behind her and she jerked with terror when his cold hands touched hers.

He untied the thick knots on her wrists and as the blood flew back into her hands it brought with it new sensations of tingling pain with it. He grasped her forehead to lift her head up and rested it against the back of the tall dining chair she was sitting in. He brushed her hair off her face then hurried round to her front to see his handiwork.

He grabbed her hands and rested them on her lap, forcing her fingers to interlock then crossed her legs at the ankles and stepped back to take a look.

"Okay… hold it…don't move!" He walked backwards to a camera that was standing in front of her on a tripod. He took a few pictures but her head lolled forward. "Ah dammit… that one is ruined… ok, one sec."

She tried to keep her eyes open but it was a futile battle. Her lids were too heavy and her brain swam under the fog that surrounded her.

He set the timer on the camera for multiple shots then went around to the back of the chair and held her head up. The camera flashed to take a picture. He lifted his hand up and pressed the knife against her throat. The camera flashed again. He pressed the knife to pierce her skin and when the camera flashed again he ripped her throat open.

Sam Swarek rolled over in bed and delighted in the sight of her sleeping form. She had her back to him, her hair was sprawled over the pillow and he could tell from the way the sheet was strewn across her body that she was naked.

He inched forward and snugly fit into her shape behind her. The big spoon. He loved being the big spoon but not as much as he loved being the little one. He slipped one arm under his pillow, kissed her shoulder, and let his other arm circle her waist and pull her back tighter against him. She moaned sleepily and turned her head towards him. He lifted his head off the pillow and kissed her on the lips.

"Morning," he said.

"Mmmmm."

"What time did you get in last night?" He moved his hand from her hip to her torso and splayed his fingers out on her flat stomach.

"Dunno."

"What time do you have to be in this morning?" He slowly started to slide his hand lower, moved one of his legs between her two, to lift them apart and cupped her gently.

"Who cares…"

She reached her arm over her shoulder to hold his head close as he started to caress her and she pushed her butt back into his crotch to show him her appreciation for the sensations his fingers were causing.

"I care…I'm not going to have my girlfriend get a tardy reputation at work." He moved his hand lower, slipped two fingers into her and used his thumb to circle her nub. She gasped and clenched her but to squeeze against his burgeoning erection. He moved his fingers out then in, out again, added a third finger then stroked back in. Meanwhile his other hand snaked out from under the pillow and came round to her front to massage her breasts.

He kissed and nipped her shoulder, moved his hips to counteract the pushing from his hand and she moved like liquid against him, so when she rolled away from him he almost panicked until her hand pulled him with her.

She lay on her front, with Sam on top then swiftly pushed back onto all fours. He maneuvered himself behind her, spread her legs with his knees all the while keeping his hand inside her then pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in, in one delicious motion.

They both gasped but neither of them missed a beat. She pushed back, braced herself off the headboard as he held her hips and pumped into her as hard and fast as his grip would allow. This morning ritual they had fallen into all too easily was one he never wanted to give up. Sometimes they went to bed together and had a "preritual", sometimes he went to bed alone and woke up with her in his arms.

Sam felt her quiver around him, but just to be sure she reached the heights he intended for her, he reached around to her front, found the sweet spot he was looking for then massaged it in time with the rhythm from his hips.

"Oh yeah…" she moaned. "Just there…keep going…almost…"

He was too close now himself to control the ending so he just took her instructions, and hoped she would finish with him. He felt his cock twitch and pulsate and knew in one, maybe two strokes he would be a goner. His fingers worked furious magic on her and he thanked whatever god was listening as she grunted and he felt her inner muscles tremor around him.

She fell forward on the bed and Sam leaned over her, holding himself off her with two hands flat on the headboard. He took a moment to gather his breath then stepped out from between her legs and fell onto his back beside her. She turned her head to look at him and smiled. Her hand reached out and rested on his chest, her fingers gently scratched the hair on his chest.

"Good show, old boy!" she said with a laugh.

"Thanks, I try."

"So…correct me if I'm wrong but…did you just call me your girlfriend?"

Sam let his eyes close over slowly then smiled and turned to face her. "Did I?" When she didn't respond Sam opened his eyes and saw she had rolled onto her side to face him and was watching him with a crooked smile. "I guess I did, didn't I."

"So…that happened huh."

"Yeah, I guess it did." She reached over to caress his face then kissed him on the lips, a slow lingering kiss, then rolled away and sat up on the end of the bed. She gathered a tee from the floor and slipped it on as she walked towards the door to the bathroom.

"Hey…" he called after her. "Hey Emma."

She stopped at the door and looked at him over her shoulder. She brushed her wavy blond hair behind her ear and smiled crookedly. "Yeah?"

"I meant it."

Emma winked at him then walked out of the room and left Sam alone with a goofy smile on his face.

A/N: so I added this note to assuage some fears. Fear not I am a shipper for Andy and Sam but before i get them together I like to torture them a bit. Break a few hearts and spike some emotions. Emma seems like an interesting way to do this.